That hour again. Sorting magazines and books from that particular pile on the shelf. A collection of unread paragraphs, undigested ideas, all of them turned dusty with the time. Flipping through some pages, involuntarily recombining all of that, building a shallow, confusingly shaped new out of randomly glimpsed words and sentences. Meanwhile, the neighbourhood is concealing its lights from the upcoming night, and the cat's busy trying to hunt moths in dark hallways. Negotiating with oneself for not being in the mood for sleep yet. Not too much success.

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